Me: Oh, hello, Winston! Just checking the lights to make sure they're bright enough to cook safely? You're always looking out for us. If I may say so, you are looking quite ripped for Cabo.

Me: Hey, MC, don't you think Winston looks ripped for Cabo?
MC: Sure, he looks ripped, but is he actually?
Me: I don't know, how can you tell?
MC: By measuring his bicep! You see, Winston's bicep is a shameful 13 inches, unlike the 15 inches you undoubtedly have and we should all aspire too.

Me: MC, you flatter me, but I doubt my bicep is 15 inches...
MC: You're so modest, Colin. You're right though, it's probably closer to 16. Wouldn't you agree Winston?
Winston: Yes.

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